The brush hits my paper and reveals the beginning of my existence.
The long strokes of brown paint create the dark complexion of my skin.
Thinner black strokes for my long lashes that flutter dramatically in the warm breeze as my eyes stare curiously under the night sky.
The luminous stars create patterns that are splattered by the frayed ends of the paint brush.
Yellow and white dabs of paint represent the growing dandelions in the freshly cut bright green grass that I continuously picked with my tiny hands as a child.
Blowing the seeds from its stem and slowly watching them float away into the eternity of the sky.
Musical melodies play frequently in my mind. One imaginary note after another.
My heart pounds as the words flow effortlessly out of my mouth.
I take a glimpse of the girl who was burdened with silence. The words in desperation of escape but hindered by the ones around her.
As the years followed, so did her desire to speak and to break down the barrier of the tall brick wall.
The flow of music is powerful now as my posture straightens, engulfing every moment of what passes through me.
One long sentence after another.
I feel the smooth pages underneath my skin.
I hear the sound of the flip of one page after another revealing the next chapter of my life.
Smelling crisp new pages with the freshly printed words of more new beginnings
The lanes of the track extend further into the future.
My arms are at a ninety degree angle. Head held down low in concentration.
My past flashes past me as I accelerate to the end of the finish line.
As I relay, the memories of my past replay in my head.
I decided to take a different approach to represent who I am this year by compiling the things that I love to do and relating each category of either my past, present, or my future. I felt much more confident writing this piece because I feel more comfortable sharing and expressing myself as opposed to last year which had limited my writing options. I love the first line my short poem ,”The brush hits my paper and reveals the beginning of my existence,” because it emphasizes how something as simple as a paintbrush can symbolically create the existence of ones life. The change of identity is also prevalent with the theme of my blog. In the past the colors were a dark blue and black. Now I have an ombre color of bright blue and green colors which matches better with the theme of my posts.